Half full

My glass is as full

as it is empty.

life isn’t about you

anymore.

it never was.

it is beyond you.

it is not me.

way beyond me.

it is not anything to do with anyone

anymore

because

we didn’t make all of this.

we were ‘born into this’.

no,

the glass isn’t half full nor

half empty.

it is filled to the

middle

with

decent

wine…

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